Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

Death is imposed only on creatures, not their creations, and has therefore always appeared in art in a broken form: as allegory.

Laughing in the cultural industry is mockery of happiness.

In the innermost recesses of humanism, as its very soul, there rages a frantic prisoner who, as a Fascist, turns the world into a prison.

The objective tendency of the Enlightenment, to wipe out the power of images over man, is not matched by any subjective progress on the part of enlightened thinking towards freedom from images.

The most powerful person is he who is able to do least himself and burden others most with the things for which he lends his name and pockets the credit.

Horror is beyond the reach of psychology.